“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.” – Erma Bombeck
Any of us who has children know this quote to be a true statement of a feeling that we have each had at one time or another. (My wife has most likely actually put this into practice…and failed to tell me of it.)
Where do I begin?
Children have a way of making us feel the entire spectrum of human emotion, and they cause it to happen in mere seconds.
I never really felt fear until my first daughter was born. Now that I have two daughters, fear is the common denominator in my daily existence. I fear for their safety, fear that I am not setting a good enough example, fear that I’m not doing enough, fear the fact that they’ll eventually start dating, and fear them getting married. Being a dad with daughters just seems to set an expectation of living a fearful life.
But along with that fear comes a joy, and a capacity for love, that is unmatched by any other experience. It is those two emotions that have a tendency to bring out the best in who I am, and who I want to be. They cause me to truly push myself to be the protector and provider that I am supposed to be. They make me better.
And shouldn’t it be that way for all of us?
Imagine a world of parents, each striving to be better today than they were yesterday, each smiling and laughing more, each playing more, each loving more…simply because the children are watching.
Maybe we would argue a little bit less, and fight a little bit less frequently.
A world of parents such as these, holding on to the things that make them better for their children, would, quite possibly, be a better world for all of us.
There is no single thing that can make us be greater than we are than the love of our children. So…love them, hold them, and, most importantly, adore them.
Until next time,